Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.